520: Chapter 183: Master Li’s Leisurely Seclusion Routine_2 520: Chapter 183: Master Li’s Leisurely Seclusion Routine_2 Although the two brothers were sowhat hot-tempered, under Li Ping’an’s admonishnts, they gradually began to act with more caution.
Fearing recognition, they would wear conical bamboo hats when they went out.
In battle, they killed their enemies in one strike and erased any trace of their involvent to avoid being identified as celestial generals from the Eastern Alliance.
They were quite thorough indeed.
To avoid revealing his whereabouts, Li Ping’an did not notify the Immortals from the Wanyun Sect stationed in Dong’an City.
He only sent a letter to Xiaoyue, and even that letter was disguised as if it had been sent from the headquarters of the Eastern Alliance.
Now that his father was hiding in Xuanyuan Palace, Li Ping’an felt it was not appropriate to go there in person.
Moreover, after careful consideration of many possibilities, Li Ping’an arrived at the reliable conclusion that his father was unlikely to cause any significant disturbance.
After all, that place was the secret realm of Xuanyuan Palace.
“Peacefully continue your seclusion!”
Having renovated his residence in Dong’an City, Li Ping’an then made himself a ‘daily schedule.’
Constrained by the suppression of the Heavenly Dao, his cultivation at the Heaven and Earth Bridge realm was already complete and flawless, which prevented him from ditating for extended periods.
So, he simply divided the twelve hours of the day to allow for ticulous ti managent.
A day’s plan is in the morning.
At the third watch of the Rabbit Hour, Master Li, with a heart seeking the Dao, sipped the Spiritual Root tea brought by a maid and went to the courtyard to play with the White Tiger for a mont.
Then, using smoke evasion, he entered his underground secret chamber.
The underground chamber had a main hall with one side hall in each of the four corners.
The first thing before practicing: offering incense.
Master Li would first take three sticks of incense that could burn for an entire day, bow to the portraits of the Three Pure Ones hanging in the main hall, light the incense, and place it in the censer.
The second thing was to take a stick of incense for his master Yun Zhongzi’s portrait and murmur to himself:
“Disciple prays daily for the master’s blessing, and that all is well.”
The third thing was to turn around, bowing before the wall where portraits of Suiren Shi, Fuxi Shi, Shennong Shi, and Xuanyuan Shi were hung.
There was no need to offer incense here, lest the three Human Emperors sense it and see him slacking off here.
After the incense offering, Li Ping’an would straighten his clothes and walk into the ‘Hall of Tranquil Insight,’ which was surrounded by circular bookshelves filled with Spirit Stones and had only a ditation mat in the center.
He sat cross-legged in the hall to ditate.
He contemplated the gap between heaven and man, sought a thod to break through barriers, and explored the Azure Cloud Path.
Through this, he enlightened his mind, comprehended spiritual tamorphosis, and purified his heart by understanding The Great Dao.
After spending half the day like this, Li Ping’an would conclude his ditation at the Horse Hour and, after paying respects to the Three Pure Ones, Yun Zhongzi, and the four Human Emperors in the main hall, would proceed to the ‘Hall of Heavenly Works.’
The Hall of Heavenly Works was adorned with the Myriad Manifestation Chart and included a forging platform for Artifact Refining, as well as nurous Storage Treasures.
In Li Ping’an’s perception, ti spent here seed to pass the quickest.
With guidance from the old Artifact Spirit of the Myriad Manifestation Chart, studying the Path of Artifact Refining was twice as effective, and progress on the self-operating Immortal Armor was also greatly advanced, even leading to several different design concepts.
By the ti of the Rat Hour after a hard day’s work, Master Li stretched and yawned, offered his third set of salutations in the main hall, and then spontaneously decided whether to visit the ‘Scripture Hall’ or the ‘Hall of Amusents.’
Usually, Li Ping’an would go to the ‘Scripture Hall’ and pick a scripture or travelogue, then use smoke evasion to return to his upstairs study to read by lamplight through the night.
At this ti, Wen Ling’er would thoughtfully bring so tea snacks, place the White Tiger beside Li Ping’an, and then quietly retreat, waiting for the third watch of the Rabbit Hour to arrive.
In just three months of seclusion, although Li Ping’an’s Dao Realm had not advanced, his knowledge in Artifact Refining had soared.
Just as he was preparing to attempt forging a special Immortal Treasure he had conceived, an uninvited guest, a familiar face, arrived at his place of seclusion.
…
That afternoon, as Li Ping’an was deliberating the optimization of the power structure for the self-operating Immortal Armor, a graceful shadow wearing a conical bamboo hat descended outside the gate of his residence and tapped lightly on the door.
Two shadows flashed from within the residence.
He Xinghe appeared behind the study window, and He Xinghan appeared behind the front door, ready to ensure Li Ping’an’s escape if need be while He Xinghan would do everything in his power to block any formidable enemy.
The two trusted aides conveyed the ssage to Wen Ling’er, who ended her ditation and jogged towards the gate.
“Who is it?”
“It’s , Wen Rou.”
Wen Ling’er glanced at He Xinghan, who frowned as he sensed the situation and slowly nodded.
Creak—
The gate opened, Wen Ling’er blinked her eyes, and He Xinghan clenched his fists.
“Please co in quickly.”
Wen Rou entered nimbly, Wen Ling’er closed the gate behind her, allowing the protective array to reactivate.
In the study, a wisp of blue smoke solidified into Li Ping’an’s form.
Li Ping’an bowed to Wen Rou, the Heavenly Immortal who removed her bamboo hat and returned the gesture.
“Ping’an, have I disturbed your seclusion?”
Li Ping’an: Your words are akin to asking ‘how are you’ to soone on their deathbed, exquisitely inopportune.
Of course, he kept these sarcastic thoughts to himself, as it was not sothing he could actually say.
“How did the senior know I’m here?”
“Alas,” Wen Rou displayed a look of helplessness, “Minister Feng sent .
He asked you to take care of your father!”
Li Ping’an quickly inquired, “What’s wrong with my father?
Did he cause any trouble with Minister Feng?”
“No, not at all.”
Wen Rou stepped into the study, looking around to assess the place, noting that it was quite clean and there was nothing for her to do.
Wen Rou said with a wry smile:
“Your father, these past months, has turned Xuanyuan Palace upside down.
He brought out three magical items: mahjong, playing cards, and ‘Who is the Assassin,’ which quickly beca popular throughout Xuanyuan Palace.
“However, with the front lines battling the Demon Race, how can it be proper for so many people behind the scenes to be indulging in gas every day?
“Minister Feng has already given your father several treasures to prevent divination, but since your father was summoned by the emperor himself, unless he wishes to leave, no one dares to send him away.”
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